Chapter 10

"You missed another one, Keyla."

"What?"

Brandon pointed at the piece of unwrapped chocolate slowly skating by on the conveyer belt and Keyla cursed, snatching it up. "What's on your mind?" He asked curiously, wrapping the next piece of chocolate and kept an eye on Keyla to make sure she didn't miss anymore. That'd been her third piece in the span of an hour.

"Nothing, just a long weekend."

Boy was THAT an understatement, Keyla thought, rolling her eyes and continued wrapping pieces of candy. It had been one of the most surreal weekends she ever experienced. Driving 10 hours to Indianapolis to help Jon Moxley was only the beginning of what they went through together. Sleeping in a motel room and sharing a bed had also filled her thoughts several times. There was something about Jon Moxley, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She stayed on her side of the bed, but Jon had warned her about being grabbed in the middle of the night. Jon ended up falling asleep before her and Keyla finally had the chance to survey him. The way his auburn blonde short curly hair fell over his eyes along with his strong muscular chest rising and falling in even breaths captivated Keyla.

Jon was 6'4 of dripping sexuality and Keyla had to do everything in her power from reaching out to touch him. Eventually she'd fallen asleep, only to wake up sometime in the late morning hours the next day in Jon's arms with her back spooned up against his chest. Keyla didn't remember falling asleep nor did she feel Jon grab her in the middle of the night to snuggle against. His face was buried in her hair and back of her neck, hot breath puffing against Keyla's skin along with his arm wrapped securely around her waist, leg draped over hers. It did NOT help her already overheated body to feel Jon's morning wood swelled against her backside either. Keyla eventually fell back to sleep and they didn't wake up again until noon. Surprisingly, Jon didn't say a single word to her regarding the snuggling and Keyla didn't bring it up, both focused on getting back to Philadelphia.

It took another 2 hours to have Lennox and Danny's car fixed. Keyla figured out it was the alternator instead of the battery, which required a mechanic. Jon didn't have the correct tools to fix it and honestly didn't feel like dealing with it. So they found a nearby mechanic to fix the vehicle so Jon could drive it back to Philadelphia. Lennox tried telling him to ride back with Keyla and she'd take care of it, but Jon refused to leave the car in Indianapolis. He borrowed it and would return it. They could pay him back for the mechanic if they wanted and Lennox reluctantly agreed to that. Keyla kept her mouth shut and let them argue over it, not wanting to be in the middle. Apparently, neither did Danny, not that she blamed him.

By the time they hit the road, it was after 3 PM, which meant they wouldn't get back to Philadelphia until the early morning hours. Keyla had slept enough and they only stopped once to use the bathroom along with grabbing food to eat while driving. Around 2 AM, they arrived and Keyla went straight home to salvage what little sleep she could before having to get up for work earlier that morning. It was nearing 10 AM and Keyla felt like capsizing from sheer exhaustion. Lennox had tried calling to check on her and Keyla simply texted the worry wart back letting her know she was fine. Tired, but fine. Now she stood there wrapping chocolates in shiny paper thinking about her weekend with Jon Moxley.

3 PM slowly arrived and Keyla nearly bolted out of the candy factory to her car, not waiting for Brandon like she normally did. Not today. She was going home and collapsing in bed to sleep for a decade. The drive home took forever with traffic, thanks to a bus overturning at the intersection where she had to turn down to get home. So instead, Keyla had to spend another 20 minutes fighting other drivers and didn't get home until a quarter to 4. Exhausted, angered and annoyed, Keyla squealed her tires in the driveway and shut the ignition off, stepping out slamming the driver's door harshly. Then she realized the company currently standing and sitting on her front porch steps.

Lennox, Danny, Jon Moxley and who Keyla could only assume was Sami Callihan. What were they doing here? This was the last thing she needed right now after getting little to no sleep and barely making it through her shift at the candy factory. If they really wanted the rooms that badly, they could have them. Keyla just didn't care right now and kept her gaze away from Jon as much as possible.

"Before you say anything and try to make us leave, hear me out." Lennox held her hands up at the resigned look on her friend's face, smiling softly. "We're not here to bug you about the rooms."

Jon snorted, black shades covering his eyes and arms folded in front of his black t-shirt covered chest. "You don't say?"

"Mox, not now." Lennox barked, keeping her eyes on Keyla and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "We're cooking for you tonight. Well, me and Danny. And we thought Jon and Sami could come by to hang out and MAYBE look at the rooms. But that's not the reason for us being here, girl."

"It's our way of thanking you for helping the asshole." Danny chipped in, moving to stand beside Lennox. "And we are gonna reimburse you for gas since it was a long drive." He hadn't realized how long until Lennox went on MapQuest and showed him. Then Danny really felt like a piece of garbage.

Too tired to argue, Keyla shrugged and trudged past everyone up the stairs to the front door, unlocking it. "Make yourselves at home and don't expect me to be a proper houseguest tonight." She kicked her shoes off and went straight to the couch, collapsing on it with her face burying in one of the pillows.

Jon tilted his head to the side and admired Keyla's backside for a moment, the memory of it pressed against his raging hard-on flying through his mind. "Comfortable?" He lifted her legs enough to plop down on the couch and let them sprawl across his lap, not minding being her leg rest.

Keyla shrugged in response, her shoulders being the only part of her body that moved. Lennox, Danny and Sami were in the kitchen trying to figure what to make, so Jon decided to take advantage of the situation. Using his height, Jon managed to lean over Keyla's small frame until his mouth rested over her ear, letting his hot breath cake it. Every part of Keyla's body flooded with warmth, but she still didn't move and waited to hear what Jon had to say.

"You know, it's not nice to ignore people. I could always make you less comfortable." Jon had to mess with her a little, just to see how Keyla would react. He was weird and enjoyed people's reactions to odd things he said and did.

Shifting, Keyla ended up on her back staring up into pale blues full of amusement and folded her arms in front of her chest. "Do it and it'll be the last thing you do, Moxley." It wasn't a threat, just a mere promise and her amber eyes told him she was not kidding. Her voice remained low, both of them slowly becoming lost in each other's gaze.

"Just lay back and enjoy."

Gently but firmly, Jon pushed Keyla to lay back against the couch pillow and slipped her shoes off along with the socks. Surprisingly, her feet didn't stink and he was thankful for that. Keyla had to bit her bottom lip to keep from squealing out since her feet were incredibly sensitive and ticklish. She couldn't let Jon know that fact though. Somehow, the warmth of his hands massaging them felt exhilarating instead of bothersome like it normally would have with any other man.

"You don't-"

"Yes I do. Now close your eyes and relax." Jon ordered in a low rasp, starting with her toes and continued up until strong fingers came in contact with her sore heels.

In no time, Keyla had fallen asleep from Jon's foot massage and he didn't stop, even when Lennox, Danny and Sami rejoined them in the living room. "If any of you wake her up, I'll personally castrate you." Lennox threatened, knowing Keyla was exhausted from helping Jon out and he was trying to repay the favor in his own way. That was the only reason she didn't stop his foot massage. "We're having tacos tonight, by the way."

For the next 5 hours, Jon didn't move an inch and eventually stopped rubbing Keyla's feet in order to play a game with Sami and Danny. Luckily, Keyla had a PS3 with a few decent games, much to Jon's surprise. They took turns and yelled out a couple times whenever one blew up the other, but Keyla wasn't disturbed the least bit. She was dead to the world, chest rising and falling slowly, so Lennox didn't bother yelling at the boys to pipe down. Instead, she brought out plates of food and popped each of them in the back of the head, putting extra force behind the blow to Danny.

"Sorry babe." He muttered, clearing his throat awkwardly and ignored both Sami and Jon calling him pussy-whipped.

"Yes you are." A quiet groggy voice murmured, causing all eyes to turn to face a slowly awakening Keyla, her arms stretching above her head yawning loudly.

Lennox smiled at Danny's scowl and kept her eyes firmly on Keyla to make sure she was alright. "How are you feeling, sweetie?" She asked softly, noticing the color had returned to her friend's cheeks. Before, Keyla had been white as a ghost and looked sickly.

"A little better."

Keyla let out another yawn and finally realized the position she was in, noticing her legs were draped over Jon's lap. Had they been there this whole time? The last thing she remembered was being pampered by his strong warm hands and fighting back moans of contentment. Jon continued playing, his thumbs slamming against the controller buttons furiously and not moving from pushing Keyla's legs off his lap.

"Are you hungry?" Lennox's question jolted Keyla out of her thoughts and swept into the kitchen as soon as she nodded. "Danny, come help me for a second, please."

"Coming babe!" Danny handed the controller over to Sami and jumped up to join his beautiful girlfriend in the kitchen.

Jon snorted, shaking his head and never looked Keyla's way, but he could feel her eyes on him. "They won't be back out for a while." He informed her, blowing Sami's character up and finally turned his intense blues on the citrine eyed beauty with the roughest feet he'd ever felt.

Pausing the game, Sami decided now was the perfect time to talk to Keyla about them possibly moving in. As much as he loved hanging out with Danny and Lennox, they were far too loud when it came to sexual activities. "So, when are we moving in here? Or do you have someone else in mind?"

"Dude…"

"No, I'm tired of beating around the bush about this, Moxley. You can act coy all you want, but we gotta get out of D & L's before my dick falls off from masturbating so much."

Keyla blinked at that blunt confession and studied Sami for a moment, his green eyes searing through her. They'd never met, to her knowledge anyway, so why was she getting a feeling of familiarity? Like she knew him personally or something? No, it wasn't possible. Keyla yawned again and sat up a little more, finally pulling her legs from Jon's lap reluctantly to tuck them beneath her backside.

"Have you looked at them yet to make sure you like them?" Keyla asked quietly, voice still groggy with sleep and she yawned again, covering her mouth with her hand.

Sami nodded the same time Jon shook his head, making Keyla look from one man to the other. "Well, perhaps you should and make sure it's what you're looking for, Moxley." She suggested, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"I would've looked sooner, but someone had my lap captive." Jon shot back with a playful tone, pushing up from the couch to stand. "Why don't you show them to us now while Danny has Lennox preoccupied?" He extended his hand to her and Keyla felt that rush of warmth take over her body again.

"Sure…"

Slipping her hand into his, Jon pulled her off the couch to stand in front of him and Keyla immediately turned to lead the way to the rooms. They were standard size, nothing too big and fancy. That's not how Keyla and Grandpa George lived, contrary to popular belief. The whole family was lead to believe Grandpa George had been loaded and left all of his millions to Keyla. If only, she wouldn't be living in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania clawing and struggling to survive or living paycheck to paycheck.

"If you want to live here, I do have conditions." Keyla announced once they were all seated back in the living room in their respective spots. "First, no parties in the house. I inherited this place from someone very special to me and refuse to have it disrespected. If you want to party, go somewhere else." She knew how the wrestlers acted, having seen it several times at Nicky's, and would not subject her grandfather's house to that kind of chaos.

"Not a problem." Sami answered before Jon could, clamping a hand on the man's shoulder to make sure he stayed calm. "That's a reasonable request."

"Second, as the ad said rent is $700 a month and includes everything. So $1400 of that comes from both of you and $700 comes from me. We're splitting this 3 ways, but this is still my house. I have the right to kick you out if you don't abide by my rules."

Jon wasn't sure how he felt about having rules to follow, especially from Keyla, but he kept his mouth shut and listened to what she said.

"I do have neighbors, so loud noises need to be limited after 11 PM. That's not just my rule, but the block's in general. I'm friends with my neighbors and would like to keep it that way." Keyla rubbed the back of her neck, trying to relieve some of the tension in it and continued. "What you two do in your own rooms is your business, but there will be no fucking on the living room furniture. Actually, no fucking around the house, period. Just your rooms or outside somewhere."

"And here I thought I'd bring a bitch over to bang her on the kitchen table." Jon remarked coolly, ignoring Sami's glare and rolled his eyes in response. "You're not very adventurous, are you Keyla?"

"You'd be surprised." Keyla retorted, letting Jon think what he wanted about her because she honestly didn't care. "Moving on, if you eat what's in the fridge and cabinets, replace it. Chipping in for groceries is a must because I'm not buying food that's supposed to last a week and it barely goes past two days. You want to eat? Buy your own shit or eat elsewhere."

Surprisingly, Jon and Sami agreed to all of Keyla's terms and she announced they could move in immediately. Lennox and Danny were ecstatic because it meant they could go back to being as loud as they wanted in their house. Keyla ended up falling asleep again shortly after eating and Lennox asked Danny to move her up to her room, but Jon did it instead. He laid her down in bed and pulled the comforter up, brushing a few strands of dark blue hair away from her face that fell over her eyes. She really was a gem and enthralled Jon in a way no other woman had before. And now she had opened her home to both him and Sami, giving them a real chance at an actual home. Slowly lowering his mouth to her forehead, Jon brushed his lips across her soft skin and walked out, leaving the bedroom door open behind him.